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PROFF: Good news everyone!
Today youíll be delivering a package to the
Nursery Planet in the Galactic System of Childcare!
LEELA: Youíre kidding!
FRY: Wahoo! Cake walk!
BENDER: Childcare? Err... Maybe I should stay here...
FRY: A come on Bender! You can cheat defenseless
innocent children! Thatís your favorite tag, whatís wrong?
BENDER: Look you! I ainít getting soft or nothiní but I can
only handle so much cute! Itís bad enough with Amy runniní
around the place!
FRY: Eh, suit yourself...
Amy suddenly walks in and greets the crew.
AMY: Hey, guys.
BENDER: ARGH! Would you shut yer trap already!
AMY: ... Sorry...
BENDER: I said shut it!
Amy starts to cry.
LEELA: (Sigh) Come on Fry, you load up the cargo Iíll
warm up the engines...
Fry has just finished loading one of the Packages into
the cargo bay as Leela steps in. He taps a button and
sends the cargo lift back down behind him.
LEELA: Cargo loaded Fry?
FRY: Nah, one more... I wonder whatís in it...
LEELA: Fry, you know it doesnít matter whatís in the
cargo! Our job is simply to deliver it.
FRY: Yeah, yeah... Iím just curious what a bunch of alien
babysitters would need from Earth...
LEELA: Well forget it you canít open the box!
Just then the Professor enters riding the cargo lift up
into the bay.
PROFF: Actually, Leela that is one of the joys of owning
a delivery service!
LEELA: You mean you would actually invade your clients
privacy and open the box!?
PROFF: Oh my, Yes! In fact thatís just what Iím going to do!
If you can't pry into other peoples business why own one?!
The Professor waddles over to the package and begins to
pull at it. He of course doesnít get anywhere and soon
stubbles back in exhaustion.
PROFF: Hoo! Thereís my exercise for the rest of my life!
Fry walks over and easily opens the package.
LEELA: Fry! Stop it!
FRY: But Leela, the Professor said...
LEELA: No, I mean wait for me!
All three look down into the Package, and are shocked to
see a large assortment of high-energy assault rifles,
dirty medical syringes, and 3-year old used porno magazines.
PROFF: Oh my...
LEELA: Fry did you grab the wrong package again?
Fry looks down at the boxís label then back at Leela.